Untraceable. Unreachable. Unstoppable.
No one knows when The Dark Exchange first surfaced. Some say it began as a covert trading cell, moving contraband through abandoned lanes long before the UEE marked them on a map. Others claim it was born from war — a coalition of smugglers and mercenaries who survived by carving profit from ruin.
What is known is this: when the signals went dark, entire sectors fell silent. Convoys disappeared. Outposts collapsed. And in the void that remained, whispers spread of an unseen network — ruthless, efficient, and impossible to root out.
The Dark Exchange doesn’t announce itself. It doesn’t negotiate openly. It doesn’t forgive debts. For decades, its routes have been untraceable, its leaders unreachable, its operations unstoppable. Those who cross it are erased, their names forgotten, their credits absorbed into the flow.
Today, the Exchange is less an organization than a shadow economy — a syndicate without borders, feared across the galaxy. You don’t find The Dark Exchange. It finds you.
We are not bound by borders, laws, or governments.
We are the network that flows beneath them all.
Where others see risk, we see profit.
Where others fear the void, we carve paths through it.
Where others cling to order, we thrive in chaos.
The Dark Exchange exists to control what cannot be controlled — the movement of goods, secrets, and influence across the galaxy. We do not ask for permission. We do not bargain from weakness. We dictate the terms, and we enforce the debt.
To some, we are smugglers. To others, explorers. To many, a shadow that swallows what it touches. The truth is simple: The Exchange is everything you cannot stop, and everything you cannot escape.
Untraceable.
Unreachable.
Unstoppable.